The Ineffable Ruth Rhodes

29 pang

vincent

Vincent was going mad.

Oh, how he was going mad.

He was never the type to hate someone-- not only because he found spending that much energy on someone he wasn't fond of unnecessary, but because no one was perfect and it wasn't fair to make a judgement of someone on solely one thing they'd done wrong.
However, Vincent Alderage irrefutably hated Remy.

He hated Remy, arguably more than before he realized he was in love with Ruth.

He'd sit in his room for hours, wondering, Does Remy know how privileged he is? To be loved by Ruth Rhodes. Oh, he was so so lucky. It made Vincent sick.

He wondered how it would feel to be loved by her. He wondered if he was feeling it already and didn't know.

That made him even more sick to think about, somehow.

"Did you drive here?"

Ruth shook her head. "I walked."

"Me too. We can walk back together?" he asked her as she neared the door to the outside, watching her. She blew her cheeks out into balls, and he smiled. Every single thing she did made his heart go pang.

"Sure— Uh oh," Ruth murmured.

Pang.

"What uh oh?"

"It's pouring," Ruth said, as though it was a pain. But the expression of utter contentedness and serenity on her face disagreed with her words.

He stepped closer to her, watching pellets of rain drop to the ground. Vincent stared at Ruth, with wonder in her eyes and her body subconsciously leaning towards the window, and he wondered how there was ever a time he believed he wasn't irremediably in love with her. "It is."

And so he grabbed her hand, and suddenly they were running outside of the library and through a back door, and ended up behind the large building in an open space.

Vincent turned to her, watching her curious eyes, wanting nothing more than to hold her in his arms.

And he held out a hand to her with a smile.

"Dance with me," Vincent asked her softly. "Please."